I should be writing about my vacation so far. It’s been really great!!
I should be writing about our day spent in Aspen, CO. I’m a long-time John Denver fan and wanted to visit to connect with the place that fed his spirit. I enjoyed the market/street fair that was going on the day of our visit. Unfortunately, there were too many good food merchants and my best intention to “be good” when it came to food choices flew right out the window. The muffins, scones and pecan tarts were too much temptation for a weak girl like me. I was rather disappointed with the John Denver Sanctuary in Aspen. Don’t get me wrong. It was tastefully done and all. But I didn’t expect it to be in the middle of town. It left me feeling emptier than I’d thought from seeing others photos of the site. Perhaps my expectations were set too high. We tried to visit Windstar on our way to our hotel in Glenwood Springs, but we could not find the road and there was no sign. Perhaps mapquest or the Windstar directions failed us. Whatever, we never did get there.
By the time we got to our room at the Hampton Inn in Glenwood Springs, I was already feeling the effects of altitude adjustment. The little walking we had done had drained my energy and I was a bit queasy. I needed to lie down and let my body try to recover some of it’s equilibrium.
I should be telling you about the family history connection on the trip. One of our objectives on this leg of our vacation was to meet a cousin I didn’t even know I had until a few months ago. She and her family live in Utah, although she was raised in Seattle, WA. Her grandfather and my grandfather were half-brothers. But the family was not close, so we never had contact with the other persons family. When she heard we would be in Colorado for vacation, she and her husband decided to drive to Colorado too, so we could meet.
We spent several hours Saturday night as well as Sunday morning together. It was like we had known each other all our lives. We had so many similarities. I doubt this is the last you will hear about my new “Swedish” cousin.
I should be telling you what we did after they left. After they left to drive back to Utah about noon, we decided to head further west and check out the Colorado National Monument. Part of the National Park Service, this is a 23 mile drive through some of the most beautiful scenery we’ve seen so far on this trip. The weather had been “iffy” all day, with occasional rain showers and lots of clouds. As we drove back to Glenwood Springs after visiting the Monument, the sun was out in the west, there was light rain over us and low hanging clouds hugging the mountains to the south. I knew the elements were perfect for a rainbow and we were not disappointed! I even managed to get a few photos of it.
I should be telling you that the altitude was still taking its toll on my unfit, overweight body. I decided to take my medications early and was in bed much earlier than I would normally be. Of course, that could be because I decided to take a muscle relaxant and pain medicine before bed. Falling asleep was the easy part. Getting up the next morning was tougher, unless you count waking up at 2:30 AM for a mid-sleep pit stop! I don’t usually need to do that, but I’ve been drinking a lot of fluids because “they” say that fluids are helpful in adjusting to high altitudes.
I should be telling you about the FABULOUS day we had yesterday! We set out early to drive the “West Elk Loop,” a scenic by-way in this area. The rain we had endured the prior 2 days had been snow in the higher elevations. The vistas were incredibly beautiful in the bright sunshine. The snow on the mountain tops and the golden aspens on the slopes seemed to shine and glow. The contrast of deep blue sky, autumn color and snowy peaks was a recipe for success for any photographer, even an amateur like myself. It was a day of beautiful vistas, some wildlife and lots of driving. By the time we were heading back to the hotel, I started to feel the fibromyalgia and altitude. I think I dozed a bit toward the end of the trip.
I should be telling you about the hot springs in Glenwood Springs. There are mineral hot springs in this town and part of the local economy has been built around it. Many years ago, a pool was built using the water from the hot springs, which has to be cooled from its natural 122 degrees so humans don’t scald. The pool is incredible – 2 city blocks long. They have a “water park” of sorts at one end (slides, diving board). At the opposite end, they have a “therapy pool” which has water at 104 degrees. They suggest only 5-10 minutes at a time in the therapy pool, but many folks stayed much longer. The main pool is kept at about body temperature.
I knew my husband wanted to try this pool, so I agreed to go, even though I hate seeing myself in a bathing suit these days. I also know that I feel very free in water, which makes me overdo movement. But we had great fun. I swam and bobbed in the water. The minerals included sulphur, which bothered my lungs a bit after an hour or so. But it wasn’t long-lasting. The ancient ones thought the waters had healing powers. The hot water is certainly relaxing. But with fibromyalgia, it isn’t the present activity that’s the problem. It’s the after effects. I was afraid of how I would feel this morning. I was right to be afraid, even though I did take a muscle relaxant and pain pill again last night. I slept like a log.
I should be telling you that that’s how I felt when I woke up, too. Like a log – stiff and achy. I thought perhaps someone had brought a pick-up truck over the bed while I was sleeping. But I won’t complain and whine, because I knew what the results would be when I agreed to go to the pool. So today, which is a relatively short drive to our next stop in Boulder, CO, will be a day filled with Thermacare, pain medicine and achy muscles. A small price to pay to bring joy to my wonderful husband who does so much for me.
I should be telling you lots of other things – but it’s time to check out! See you in Boulder.